So I was taking lil Tyler to school
and I got to meet one of his friends!
Tyler was so excited to introduce me to him,
but that poor little babe!
He was in a wheelchair!

Bless my son's heart for looking past this kid's...
um....
Well you know it takes a special kid to have a crippled friend!
Wait
I mean
Not special! My son is not special
No, wait, I mean he ain't SPECIAL special
You know?

Anyways, so I met his friend and I'm not quite sure what to do here
I say
HELLO I AM TYLER'S MAMA
and this little kid looks me dead in the eyes and told me
"Hello ma'am, there's no need to yell"
I was in awe
He didn't sound handicapped at all!
I mean I didn't know if he would be able to understand me
But he did!

Who would have thought a wheelchaired kid
could speak and think just like any other kid who wasn't gimpy!

I am just so so proud of my son
for looking past this poor victim of
um...
deformities...
Cuz you know it's probably good for the disabled
to have a regular normal friend like my son!

Hopefully my son can make that kid happy
you know since people like that usually have such sad lives.
Golly I am just so proud of my son for taking pity on that kid!
I am such a good mother!

Speaking in two different languages,
we found a way to understand each other,
through music,
through the universal language of smiles.

We found ourselves
rising higher in love;
higher than with those
speaking our mother tongue.

I could write a maze
Of metaphors for you
Just to let you know
How amazing you are
I could tell you that
Your smile is the sun,
Sunshine painted on your face
Or tell you that your
Kindness is a language
I wish to speak fluently
Your eyes are an ocean
I could swim in for miles
And you are a rose
That blooms with each season
Your lips are the antidote
For every frog I've kissed
And your voice is a melody
That knows the song of my heart
But I dare not say these to you
For my heart is scared
I'll keep them to myself
These feelings I would
Rather not share

Let’s be alone together
At the Starbucks a mile from here
It doesn’t matter which one because we are all together
Making sure the connectivity is near

On our laptops we tunnel into reality
I predisposed emotional wasteland of hopes and dreams
Do we work or do we escape out of this present piece?
Of time and space we manifested in this dream

The English language cannot describe everything
Simulation is such a weak word you see
It seems like something that is on our screens
But in reality we are the screen